1. It’s the Ten NYFW Commandments…WHAT?!

    New York Fashion Week is just ‘round the corner—you know how I know that?  Because certain people who shall remain nameless (shout out to anyone who really doesn’t have a name) just won’t shut the fuck up about it.  You know, the same lames who have prepared seven different outfits weeks in advance who, once the festivities actually begin, turn around say “ughch, I HATE fashion week.  I can’t wait for it to be over!”  In any event, enough with the formalities, let’s get down with it.

    1. No dickriding.  Seriously.  Leave the astroglide at home and stop whoring yourself around in an attempt to get an invite to some afterparty that’s probably going to be wack as balls anyways.
    2. Act like you’ve been there before.  I’m not saying to walk the line, Soup Nazi style.  What I am saying is to arrive on time, give dap to the few people you know in the audience, stay out of the pit’s focus and refrain from acting like you saw one of the Beatles debarking from a private jet after the show.  It’s a fashion show, not the Superbowl half-time show for crying out loud.
    3. Avoid PR types.  They are probably working and want absolutely nothing to do with you, but their preternatural desire to yack it up will render them incapable of resisting a conversation with you.  And then they’ll end up blacking out or falling into some sort of socializing K-hole only to wake up three days later, naked, holding a fish fillet outside McDonalds in Chinatown. You don’t want to get someone fired, do you?
    4. Don’t try to pick up babes at DVF.  It happens every year.  If you have no interest in handbags and wrap dresses, stay the fuck out of the women’s shows.  Hitting on some WIWT blogger broad smushed between a bunch of 20 year-old interns from Parsons in the back of the standing room is as good an idea as using a bag of Hot Cheetos as a viable form of contraception (hint: it doesn’t work).
    5. Leave the photographers alone.  If they want to shoot you, they will shoot you.  Do you really think prancing around outside, staring longingly past Milk Studios at the Hudson will give you any more of a chance at being photographed?  These dudes are at work, and you should respect that.  Tommy Ton doesn’t just show up to your office, sit in front of your cubicle and smoke cigarettes now, does he?
    6. Avoid ethnic cuisine.  You’re going to be networking all week—do you really think it would be a good idea to fill your bowels with huevos rancheros, garlic knots or yellow curry, knowing full well that the lid can fly off at any moment?  Your esophagus cannot discern whether you are talking to Michael Bastian or Lawrence Schlossman (bonus tip: you can always let one rip in front of Lawrence), but you can take the safe route and stick to salads and relatively odor-less proteins for the week.
    7. No live-tweeting.  You have something like 547 followers on Twitter, half of whom are your friends from high school and college.  What makes you think that they want to see to-the-minute updates of your baseless opinion regarding how prevalent creeper soles will still be in 2013?  
    8. Fashion’s Night Out is for cameos.  Hit multiple parties with efficiency.  Don’t be the guy who arrives at Stella McCartney at 7 and sticks around until 11 because you don’t want to miss Alexa Chung’s pre-recorded DJ set. (See also Commandment 2 above.)
    9. Pack a phone charger.  Shit’s as imperative as cigarettes in jail.  If you’re going to be Instatweeting and Tumblrbooking your little heart out, just think of the havoc you are going to unleash on your smartphone’s battery life.  
    10. Bring an extra pack of cigarettes.  Because I’m not running a charity and refuse to give away any of my own.  

    Yours in hate,

    NTB

  2. timothyjon:

    Moncler Gamme Bleu

    Oh word, Moncler?  Nothing says “bad boy style” like a grip of Beagles.  Fuck Givenchy and their Rottweilers, right?  At least get a little Mordecai action with those gloves for Christ’s sake.  Get that weak sauce outta here.

    (Source: inhighcotton)

  3. thelookwest:

I dig the ball cap, tie combo. 
Photo Courtesy of GQ. 

The only time it is acceptable to wear a cap with a shirt and tie is if you drive a bus or you are forced to do it against your will because you were drafted in the first round of a professional sport.
Which reminds me, lil homie sort of resembles Kim Il Zong (I really wish the Mayne Event showed him on draft day).
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    thelookwest:

    I dig the ball cap, tie combo. 

    Photo Courtesy of GQ

    The only time it is acceptable to wear a cap with a shirt and tie is if you drive a bus or you are forced to do it against your will because you were drafted in the first round of a professional sport.

    Which reminds me, lil homie sort of resembles Kim Il Zong (I really wish the Mayne Event showed him on draft day).

    (Source: thelookwest)

  4. gqfashion:

Loden Dager: Totally Krossed Out
The forecast for Spring 2012: inside out is still wiggida wiggida wiggida wack. Check out more close-up shots from the Loden Dager Spring 2012 men’s collection.

You know, in case you want to rob a bank in style.

    gqfashion:

    Loden Dager: Totally Krossed Out

    The forecast for Spring 2012: inside out is still wiggida wiggida wiggida wack. Check out more close-up shots from the Loden Dager Spring 2012 men’s collection.

    You know, in case you want to rob a bank in style.

  5. urbanemenswear:

Seen at Milan Fashion Week - the look is very comfortable yet put together.

With all the dope pictures floating around the interwebs that came out of Milan Fashion Week, three months later you feel compelled to highlight this guy?  I mean, seriously, you blog about the dude who looks like he works at the salumeria down the street?  What’s sad is that Margiela will probably splatter some pig’s blood on a long sleeve three-quarter length double breasted rendition for AW ‘12 and have all y’all talking about the second workwear revival.
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    urbanemenswear:

    Seen at Milan Fashion Week - the look is very comfortable yet put together.

    With all the dope pictures floating around the interwebs that came out of Milan Fashion Week, three months later you feel compelled to highlight this guy?  I mean, seriously, you blog about the dude who looks like he works at the salumeria down the street?  What’s sad is that Margiela will probably splatter some pig’s blood on a long sleeve three-quarter length double breasted rendition for AW ‘12 and have all y’all talking about the second workwear revival.

  6. meagancignoli:

My Marlon Gobel ticket arrived today and although I usually leave the menswear shows up to my girlfriend, this is one I will not miss. With blingy shoes and an eye for style, Marlon Gobel is a designer to watch, learn from, and if you must imitate, it’s not a bad idea.

Any time you use the word “man” as an adjective to strip the subject that it is modifying of any preconceived emasculating qualities, you openly admit that the modified subject is inherently (or over time has become) effeminate.  
In this case, Mr. Gobel is admitting that “glamour” is uniquely feminine.  And don’t get me wrong, it probably is.  It’s just that anyone in the business of trying to make glamour more appealing to men, well, they are just out of touch with reality.  
So what’s my conclusion?  Aside from that the only humans on God’s green earth that would ever buy these blights include Ted DiBiase, Kanye West and…and…that’s probably it, I don’t know what my conclusion really is.  Maybe it’s that most designers just talk out of their ass.  Or maybe it’s that using a hyphen to separate “man” from some other noun doesn’t make the latter any more masculine.
Either way, stop tagging this shit “menswear,” because it’s not.  
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    meagancignoli:

    My Marlon Gobel ticket arrived today and although I usually leave the menswear shows up to my girlfriend, this is one I will not miss. With blingy shoes and an eye for style, Marlon Gobel is a designer to watch, learn from, and if you must imitate, it’s not a bad idea.

    Any time you use the word “man” as an adjective to strip the subject that it is modifying of any preconceived emasculating qualities, you openly admit that the modified subject is inherently (or over time has become) effeminate.  

    In this case, Mr. Gobel is admitting that “glamour” is uniquely feminine.  And don’t get me wrong, it probably is.  It’s just that anyone in the business of trying to make glamour more appealing to men, well, they are just out of touch with reality.  

    So what’s my conclusion?  Aside from that the only humans on God’s green earth that would ever buy these blights include Ted DiBiase, Kanye West and…and…that’s probably it, I don’t know what my conclusion really is.  Maybe it’s that most designers just talk out of their ass.  Or maybe it’s that using a hyphen to separate “man” from some other noun doesn’t make the latter any more masculine.

    Either way, stop tagging this shit “menswear,” because it’s not.